[Intro]
(Open up my clarinet, it isn’t even dirty)

[Verse 1]
Open up my locker: Number two-thirty
Open up my clarinet, it isn’t even dirty
Open up the other locker: three-eleven
This song is fire (Like 9/11)
Open up my locker: Number two-forty-five
To my find valve oil on my french fries
With no surprise it has caught my eyes
Did my combo and I didn’t even try
Bippity-boppity boo!
Twelve, two, thirty-two
Opening up my locker, to find ranch and fries

[Hook]
Playing an E
And even a C
Maybe a D
But never a G

[Verse 2]
My clarinet is wet
I’m fed up with it
Go to my locker to play my trumpet
[Hook]
Playing an E
Even a C
Maybe a D
But never a G

[Outro]
Motherfucker!